It’s the last day of July in 2020 and as we all try to get some rest before moving to level 8 of Jumanji (Murder Hornets might be making a come back – I bet you all wondered what happened to that plot point), I’m looking back over the last four months and trying to see the difference I’ve made.
The house is cleaner.
The to do list is actually shorter.
Sometime during tonight’s writing, I’ll break 200k words produced for the year so far, more than 175k of which are since COVID brought everything to a screeching halt.
I’ve spent far too much time on social media.
I’ve learned and grown and encouraged and supported and gotten angry and written letters and poems and recorded a little video and a little audio. Most of the angriest stuff, the most political stuff, hasn’t reach other ears or eyes yet. That may change soon.
I’m more relaxed, less stressed, happier, and in better shape than I’ve been in for a long time. All in spite of all the things to be angry about.
But has what I’ve done in the last few months mattered?
That’s a really good question. It certainly has to my family, including my aging Saint Bernard. But beyond that? It’s a very good question. The answer is to keep trying to do and be better.
Stay safe and be well, everyone.by